I used to think...
I had thick and bushy eyebrows (clearly aren't thick enough).
I had ugly feet.
I couldn't wear sandals.
I had ugly teeth.
my skin was too dark.
(evidently) that what my sisters (and others) said was law.
I liked to talk on the phone.
you could take people at their word.
I could watch a lot of TV if I just tried.
I was weird cuz I liked to read instead.
something was wrong with me, in general (I am a little different, lol, I can admit that now.
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the police were your friends.
everyone's life was perfect but mine.
I'd be a baller by now.
I'd have some skeerious cash flow by now.
my sisters were the coolest people in the whole world.
all Black people had the same upbringing and experience that I did (naive, ok?).
all the big cities in Ohio were like Cleveland (big let down, HUGE).
I couldn't wait to be away from Wittenberg (I miss it terribly).
I would never wear make-up.
I'd never find a job I truly loved (God is GOOD!!).
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